A HERO COMES TO DELTA CITY, PART ONE - THE ALLEY

By Violator

Author's Note:  many thanks to everyone who wrote in with information about the Mayhem Twins.  Not to spoil too much, but it will prove very useful in the current storyline.  Speaking of, the following is a story that follows very similar themes as the rest of my work, with one major inversion.   You can probably guess pretty quickly what that is.  Hit END for a short summary.  Send and feedback or comments to violatoremail@protonmail.com.

“Oh… oh my GOD!” Tiffany shrieked.

Around her the brick walls of the dark alley loomed, cold and uncaring. The only light seemed to come from the shining switchblade that had just been shoved in front of her face.

“Don’t make too much noise, girly,” the fat, wife-beater clad thug said - one of three who stood around her, trapping her up against the wall.  He sneered, making his stubble-covered jowls ripple.  “You’ll want to keep those lungs fresh, for what we’re going to do to you later!”

“No, oh… oh no!”  Tiffany gasped, her eyes glued to his knife... as if it had already transformed into something else.

A stunning blonde, she was clad in a short black skirt, white silk blouse, and brief black blazer.  Her gorgeous head span first one way and the other, gulping in terror as she saw another face leering at her from each way - ensuring she could not escape.  Even if she could get past them, there was no way she was outrunning them in her spike heels.  Whirling back up to the front, she thrust out her designer purse with trembling hands.

“Please!” she gasped.  “T-take my money!” she begged.

“Thanks,” the big thug purred.  To his friends he went by the affectionate name Slug.  Seizing the purse he tore it out of her hands, and tossed it aside.  “But we’re after more than that.”  Licking his lips, he brandished the blade and leered.

“Hahaha!” the other two thugs laughed.  One, a lanky greasy fellow with long unkempt hair, went by Maggot.  The third, a beefy and profoundly ugly fellow, was known as Roach.

“Oh… ohmigawd…” Tiffany gasped.  Backing up, she squeaked as she suddenly found herself pressed up against the filthy, graffiti-scrawled wall of the alley – trapped.  She gaped in horror, as the three men came to stand around her, sealing her in, and chortling.  “Help!  HELP!” she squealed.

Roach shook his head and grinned.  “Sorry, babe.  Ain’t no help comin’” he said.

“News flash say the heroines all in the West Side dealin’ with a major monster infestation in tha sewers," Maggot drawled.  "Cops busy watchin’ - I mean ‘helpin’.  So ain’t nobody free to patrol round here.

“Which means right now, baby,” Roach purred, licking his lips, “You is all ours!”

“So let’s get to it, while the gettin's good!” Slug said.

Chuckling, the other two reached out and seized a firm hold upon Tiffany’s shoulders and arms, keeping her pinned.  Then, with a huge grin on his piggy lips, Slug surged forward with his knife.

“NOOOO!” Tiffany shrieked, as the flashing blade flew towards her.  Instinctively she closed her eyes and whirled her blonde head to one side, unable to watch death come for her.  But rather than plunge into her cowering flesh, the knife slipped inside her white silk blouse and slashed downwards, splitting it open.  “Ohmigawd!” Tiffany gasped again, opening her eyes and gaping down in shock at the sight of her large breasts bouncing back and forth before the leering thugs in a strapless white satin bra.

“Damn!” Maggot said, as he enjoyed the jiggling view as well.

“Shit girl!  You is almost heroine-sized!” Roach said, leering as well.  His eyes darted down briefly to her flat and toned tummy, then back up to her cleavage again.  “Almost…” he added, and licked his lips hungrily.

“Let’s see some more!” Slug said.  Seizing hold of Tiffany's skirt, between her flailing thighs, he slashed that open as well.  Tucking the knife up under her belt, he ripped it open.

“Ohmigawsh!” Tiffany gasped, as she shredded remnants of her skirt fell away, leaving her quivering against the wall in little else than her short blazer, satin bra, and a skimpy, matching white satin thong.  Her epic buns, left bare by the tiny triangle of satin descending down between them, squished repeatedly against the filthy brick wall as she squirmed in panic.

“Please!” Tiffany whispered.  Biting her lip, she turned and looked up at the greasy thug looming over her.  “You can’t don’t do this to me!”

Slug chuckled.  “And who’s going to stop us?” he asked.

Suddenly, without warning, a loud stentorian voice boomed behind him.

“Unhand that lady this instant!” the voice thundered.

For a moment, the three thugs stared at one another.  Then, slowly, they turned their heads.

Standing in the center of the alley behind them, his trapezoidal frame silhouetted against the light streaming in from the far entrance of the alley several yards behind him, stood a massively muscular man.  He was clad from head to toe in royal blue spandex, with golden boots, golden gloves, a golden speedo, and a gold belt with a giant gold buckle.  He was six foot six at least, towering more than a head taller than any of the thugs.  He had a golden starburst on his chest, and another on his belt buckle.  His dark hair was formed into a spit curl, and he wore a golden mask upon his chiseled features.

“What… the… fuck?” Maggot whispered slowly, through his gapped teeth.  “Who the fuck are you?”

Raising his square jaw proudly, the handsome intruder smiled.  “My name is Star God,” he said, proudly.

Taking in the intruder’s Olympian physique, tiny speedos, and grandiose name, Slug’s jaw dropped.  His hand holding the knife shook, which did nothing to steady half-naked Tiffany’s swooping and swirling nerves.  

“Sh-sh-shit!” he said, sounding ready to drop one in his pants.  “It’s a superhero!”

Roach’s face gaped for a second too.  Then it twisted into a sneer.  “No it ain’t,” he said.  “No super-dudes in Delta City.  Just big-tittied super-broads.  Everybody know that.  He just some lunatic.”

Letting go of Tiffany, Roach turned.  Reaching down, he drew a 9mm out of the waistband of his sweatpants, from beneath his prominent gut.

“Get lost, freakshow,” Roach sneered.  Raising the gun, he pointed it right at the center of the intruder’s forehead, just beneath his spit-curl.  “Go back to the loony bin, and leave the pussy to those men what deserve it - us!”

‘Star God’ looked down at the barrel of the gun, then back up at Roach’s face.  His hands, clad in big gold gloves, remained planted on his narrow waist, to either side of his giant gleaming belt-buckle.

“No,” he said.

For a moment, a look of doubt flickered across Roach’s face.  Then it was replaced by a contemptuous sneer.  “Your funeral, nutjob,” he said.

Trigger finger snapping rapidly, he dumped his whole magazine into Tiffany’s would-be savior.  At the last moment his aim jerked downwards, towards the intruder’s dick, presumably from some not-so-deeply-buried Freudian impulses.  His aim was terrible, but at a range of ten yards he could hardly miss.  One bullet went streaking into the center of Star God’s forehead.  Two more went into his enormous pecs, and another hit his six pack abs.  One hit a giant bicep, and another did indeed strike the center of Star God’s luridly bulging speedos.

Every last one came ricocheting off him as if off a battleships’ armor, screaming right back the way they’d come.

“Oh, FUCK!” Roach screamed.  Dropping his emptied gun in panic, he dove for the floor as two of his own bullets whizzed right over the top of his balding head.

“Shit!” Slug squealed.  Dropping his knife, he too dove for cover.

“Oh, GAWD!” Maggot screeched.  Letting go of Tiffany, he plummeted to the concrete deck as one bullet shattered the brick just above his head, showering him in pebbles.

Resting with their bellies on the pavement, the three thugs slowly turned their heads up and gaped at Star God in shock.  He towered over them, silhouetted against the sky.

“Thanks,” he said, now that the thugs had obediently unhanded Tiffany, leaving her half-stripped shapely form quivering against the wall above them.  Then, taking his hands off his hips, he formed them into fists, and charged.

“Oh… Goddess…” Tiffany gasped.  Her mouth hanging open, she gaped in awe at the show that swiftly unfolded, inches in front of her squirming form.  Star God’s fists beat down again and again and again, pummeling the three slimy thugs into submission.  She sighed and shivered in awe as over and over again his giant fist swooped down inches in front of the surface of her skimpy satin panties, or the tips of her ample sloshing breasts, so that she could feel the wind of his knuckles’ passage caressing across her sleek body moments before she heard the crunch of it smashing into flesh and bone.  With each blow he delivered, the force of his righteous fury caused her short blazer to flutter and sway dramatically around her shivering, silky, hourglass-shaped torso.

At last, with baby-like whimpers, the thugs tried to crawl away.  Star God was not that merciful however.  Stalking after them, he delivered a last few contemptuous stomps and kicks from on high.  With a last few groans, blood and spittle drooling out of the ruined remnants of their mouths, the three thugs collapsed face-down into the pavement and lay prostrate, knocked out.

Reaching down, Star God tore a scrap from the cleanest of the thugs’ shirts, and used it to wipe their blood off his fists.  Then, as immaculate as when he’d first appeared as if from heaven in the grimy alley, he turned to face Tiffany.

“Wow…” the blonde beauty gasped, softly.  Still standing with her bare bubble-shaped buns pressed tight to the wall, she gaped up at him in awe.  Her eyes slowly darted up and down him – and then grew wider still.  “Oh… WOW!” she said again.

“Think nothing of it, Citizen,” Star God said, a grin on his square-jawed face and his hands returning to his hips.

But he didn’t seem in a big hurry to go anywhere.

“Oh, wow,” Tiffany said again.  Detaching herself from the wall, she stumbled forward and stood before him, her head gaping up at him as if she was truly beholding a god.  “Thank you,” she said.  She licked her lips.

Slowly, she turned her head and looked one way down the alley.  Then she turned and looked the other.  She saw no one – save that is, for the thugs who had tried to have their way with her, lying in bloody heaps all around them.  But they were no longer of any account.  Turning her head, she looked back up at the hero.  He still stood there, smiling silently.  She stared at his handsome face for a second.  Then, once more, her eyes darted downwards, to just below his belt buckle.  She drew in a sharp breath, and suddenly felt light-headed.  Then she once more looked at his face.

“Allow… allow me to give you something…” she said.  Biting her lip, she reached one hand up and toyed with her blonde hair, nervously – while down below, her sleek athletic thighs briefly squeezed in tight to either side of her satin-clad pussy.  “To… to show my appreciation…” she added.

Star God’s smile grew ever so slightly broader.  “There’s no need,” he told her.

He didn’t say or do anything else.

Tiffany turned her head one last time, glancing to either side, and confirmed once more that there was no one.  Then she looked back up at him and smirked.  “I know,” she said.

Moments later, she began dropping downwards.

Star God smiled, as the beautiful babe sank to her knees at his feet.  “Well… if you insist…” he said.  Sliding his fingers forward along his belt, he tucked them down inside his superhero briefs – which, in a manly touch, were made of golden leather.  Helpfully, he undid the hidden snap for her and jerked them down.

Unlike almost every other super-dude on Earth, Star God’s undersized super-briefs had sported a massive lurid bulge.  Tiffany had not been sure if this was real or just a false ego-driven display, until they came undone… and a truly gargantuan phallus came spilling out before her face.

“Oh… my… God…” she whispered.  Her eyes crossed and she shivered for a moment, staring at it in shock.  He was only half-hard, but still well over a foot in length.  She squirmed upon her panty-clad haunches, gaping in shock down the long length of the task she had just taken on..

Up high, Star God smirked.  “Don’t worry,” he cooed down at her.  “You can’t hurt it.  It’s as invulnerable as the rest of me.”

Licking her lips, Tiffany took a deep breath.  “G-good to know,” she said, softly.  Then, leaning forward, she wrapped her lips around him and, moaning softly in awe, began to do her best.

“Ahhhhh…” Star God sighed.  Hands returning to his hips, he closed his eyes and slowly leaned his square-jawed head back.  At his waist, Tiffany’s gorgeous bleached-blonde head slowly bobbed steadily, accompanied by the soft slurps and smooches of her sweet lips giving him pleasure.  “Shit…” he hissed softly, as her moist mouth slowly started to slurp up a little further on his shaft, her tongue swirling over him.  Slowly, a giant grin spread across his lips.

“Now this,” he thought, as he got a thank-you blowjob from yet another grateful rescued beauty, “is what being a superhero is all about…”

As heroes go, Star God was a relatively new one.  A couple years prior billionaire playboy Miles Long had discovered his secret identity as the product of a royal alien bloodline, and reclaimed the ancient golden belt buckle which was rightfully his.  Since then he’d made his home base in the same Texas metropolis most of his dad’s companies were based out of, clearing it of super-criminals and making a big splash with the ladies in the process.

But the one thing that had continuously eluded him was the lure of super-tail.  As he’d gotten eagerly sucked off and ridden hard rodeo-style by an endless series of grateful local beauties, he had nevertheless found his mind drifting to all the super-humanly curvy bikini-clad bodies he hadn’t gotten up inside of yet.  Blessed with the rarest super-power of all between his legs, their super-pussies had seemed to him as much his by birthright as was his belt buckle and his enormous fortune.  And even as he had groped the large corn-fed breasts of the various mortal hotties who’d come eagerly to his bed, he’d still find himself frustrated they were not the impossibly gargantuan assets he had seen sloshing about on television in an array of logo-emblazoned super-bras.

His attempts to lure Power Girl, Supergirl and Wonder Woman in for a little sweaty pounding team-up having ended in total failure – and, in Wonder Woman’s case, total humiliation – Miles had finally said fuck it.  If the super-babes wouldn’t come crawling to impale themselves upon his superior pole, he would bring it to them.  And if he was going to relocate there was one obvious place to go:  deadly glittering Delta City, home of over a dozen of the hottest and most scantily-clad super-females around… and, mysteriously, not a single solitary super-schlong to compete for their hearts and their pussies.  Star God never bothered to ask very hard why on Earth that might be.  He was too distracted by visions of himself lying in bed with a huge grin on his face – with the skimpy bikinis of Ms. Americana, Jungle Babe, Omega Woman and Azure Angel all draped over his bed stand in triumph, while their sweaty naked bodies all lay clustered up against his beneath the sheets, sighing in exhausted gratitude.

Slowly, out in the ally, a huge grin spread across Star God’s face.  Before his mind’s eye he watched every pair of super-panties in all of Delta City, adult and sidekick alike, get jerked down one after another by their owners’ own gloved and trembling hands – as each shapely super-beauty discovered how much she needed his help both in and out of the bedroom.  “What the super-babes of this city obviously need,’ he thought, as Tiffany’s lips continued to slurp worshipfully, if sloppily, up and down his long length, ‘is a real man to keep their super-libidos in check!’  Head rolling slightly on his thick neck, he gasped in awe as Tiffany got in a particularly delicious swipe with her tongue.  “And I’m just the stud to do it!’ he thought, his whole body tingling with intermixed feelings of pleasure and anticipation.

At his feet, of course, poor Tiffany had no idea what was going through the hero’s head, as his big dick went rhythmically through hers.  But she kept on solidly sucking.  She groaned, repeatedly, as she tried to take his massive length down her throat, only to gag on his enormous head every time.  Finally she could resist no more.  As she struggled to take him, her hands slid around up between her breasts, and unclasped her bra.  Peeling it out from beneath her blazer, she laid it at his feet.  Then, slurping up off him, she gasped softly.  Panting for breath, she tilted his stiff penis down, and tucked it in between her naked breasts.  Squeezing them together, she began to stroke her big jugs up and down the lower several inches of his mighty shaft.  Bowing her head, she bathed the upper half of his shaft in kisses and caresses of her tongue.

“Oh… yeahhh…” Star God sighed.  A huge grin spread across his lips, as he felt her huge breasts jiggling to either side of him, and the swirls of her tongue against him.  “Oh, yessss…” he said.

‘If those chumps Batman and Superman don’t get this kind of service, every time they save a slut,’ he thought, as Tiffany kissed and kissed at his penis, while jiggling him between her breasts, ‘then they really are the dumbest cucks in the universe!’

At last, after several minutes of worshipping him with her tits and wrapping her lips around him, Tiffany once more could take no more.  She had to take a break.  Panting softly, she withdrew her head.  Lifting her hand, she stroked lightly up and down his twitching monster, keeping it enthused.  She was growing awed not just by his size, but by his resilience – already he had lasted much longer than any other man she had set her mind and mouth to pleasing.  How long, exactly, her dizzied brain could not say for certain – having long since lost exact track of time during its trips up and down his enormous shaft.  Tilting her blonde head back, she smiled wanly up at him.

“Look,” she cooed.  Pausing briefly, she leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to the side of his penis, then sat back once more upon her bulbous panty-clad haunches.  “I know you didn’t come to Delta City for me,” she said, giving his long twitching shaft another stroke with her fingers.

Up high above her, Star God’s square-jawed face shook back and forth instinctively – even as a big smile remained on his lips.  “No!” he said – not sounding very convincing.  “It’s isn’t like that, baby!” he assured her.

Tiffany smirked.  “Yes, it is,” she said.  Leaning in again, she gave his huge penis another kiss – longer and sweeter than before.  As she did so, her pretty eyes blinked up into his.  Then she sat back, lips moist, and smiled.  “Don’t’ worry,” she said, caressing her hand up and down him again.  “I’m not mad.  In fact… I can help.”

One hand dropping down to briefly cup and stroke his huge hairy balls, Tiffany sent the other darting off to one side, and fumbled inside her purse.  A few moments later it drew forth again, clutching a small white business card.

“Here,” she said.  Blushing slightly, she placed it on both palms and then lifted it up, a few inches in front of his twitching penis, as if in offering.  “I got saved by a super-babe once,” she explained.  Her blush deepened.  “She said if I ever needed to get in touch I should come here.”  Her smirk broadened, and she blinked up at him knowingly.  “That’s what you’re really after, isn’t it?” she cooed.  “To, uh, ‘get in touch’ with our local superheroines?”

Star God blinked in surprise.  Then he shrugged.  “Not at all,” he continued to deny – though he could not hide the eager throb that suddenly pulsed up his giant shaft, as it hovered right in front of her.  “But, uh… if I have the time I guess it’s a good… well, whatever.”

Reaching down, he took the card away from her.  Lifting it up, he inspected it – flipping it over to look at the back, then flipping it again to inspect the front once more.

It was a thick plastic RFID card, made up to look like a business card.  On the back was the chip.  On the front in large curvy gold letters it read on the top line “Goddesses’ Lounge.”  Then, “Where top-shelf women relax, upon the top floor.”  Then, “44th Street and Avenue D, Rear Entrance.” At the bottom, in thick bold letters, it added “By Invitation Only – Private.”

“Wow,” Miles said. For a moment he was almost dazed by his good fortune – and not just because most of his blood was still gathered so far from his brain.

“I think if you go there you can find all the super-heroine contacts your dick – I mean your quest for justice could want,” Tiffany purred.  Leaning forward, she gave the hero a kiss for good-luck on his quest – directly on the tip of his giant penis.  It twitched wildly, beneath her lips.  She leaned back and smiled.  “Keep it,” she told him.

He shrugged.  “Don’t mind if I do,” he said.  Taking the card down, he slipped it into a hidden compartment inside his golden belt.  Then he looked down at her.  “Is there anything else?” he asked.

Tiffany breathed hard.  She suddenly felt light headed, unable to look away from his penis.  Tearing her eyes away, she quickly darted her head first one way and then the other – and still saw no one.  She squirmed.  ‘Oh, what the fuck’ she finally thought, biting her lip, as her gaze was dragged once more back to his humongous beast.  ‘I might not get another chance like this…’

“There… there is one more reward I’d like to give you…” she said.  Her hands dropped down to her hips – and slowly inched up their curvy swell, until they slipped down inside her thong panties.  “If… if you have the time to accept it…” she said, shyly.  Leaning forward, fingers trembling through her panties, she pressed a sweet kiss to one of his huge balls.

Star God grinned.  Reaching down, he stroked a few fingers through her hair as she pressed kiss after kiss to his dick – reveling in making the ravishing blonde wait, shivering in anticipation, and poised to strip herself at his feet.  Then he withdrew his hand.  “I guess I could…” he said.

Lips pressed to him, Tiffany groaned, and blushed.  But a few seconds later, she could no longer resist.  In broad daylight, in the grimy alley, she began to slowly strip off her thong.  Moaning softly she continued to smother his huge cock in kisses as her panties slowly went inching down her wide curvy hips, and then her long thighs.  From his vantage high above her, over the top of her gorgeous cock-worshipping head, Star God could see her tiny bottoms go inching sweetly up and over the swell of her spectacular round ass – and grinned.  At the sight his cock began to twitch wildly in anticipation.  Feeling it shiver in triumph between her lips, Tiffany moaned – and then began kissing it even faster, as she pulled her little panties further and further down her thighs.  At last, reaching her knees, she wiggled close and – as she ran her tongue over and over around his balls – managed to squirm out of them.  They peeled down her calves, and finally popped off her high-heeled feet.

Panting hard, Tiffany detached her lips from his cock and sat back.  She lifted her panties up.  They dangled, skimpily, from a pair of pinched slender fingers.  Breathing hard, she looked at them, then up at his penis, and then at his face.  Breathing hard, she slowly extended her panties out until they dangled directly beneath his balls.  Then she let them drop.  They landed beside her bra, between his boots.

Star God sneered.  “Thanks,” he said.

For just a moment, an expression of what might have been offense flashed across Tiffany’s gorgeous features.  

“Don’t thank me, you... jerk!” she snapped.  

Then, breathing hard, regaining her composure, she slowly leaned back.  With a soft gasp, she settled onto her back before him.  She spread her thighs wide, her spike-heeled shoes pointing up at the sky, giving him a clear pathway to her shining tender pussy.  Finding no other substitute available for a pillow, she propped her head up against a pile of trash bags – which was disgusting, but better than hard concrete, and looked up at him.  “Just hurry up,” she said.  “Before someone comes and catches us.”

Star God shrugged.  “If you insist, ma’am,” he said, grinning.

Coming down onto his knees, he seized hold of her ankles, and maneuvered into position.  As he did so, Tiffany repeatedly licked her fingers and then, reaching down, rubbed them on her vagina.  Not that she was lacking for moisture down there.  She had never felt wetter in her life.  But given the massive beast that was coming to poise itself at her entrance, she was worried she might still need more.

“Wow…” she gasped, despite herself, as she watched his mammoth tool line itself up outside her slit.  Adopting a push-up position over her, he hooked his mighty arms up under her knees – lifting and spreading them even more than she already had, and descended until his tip pressed to her entrance.

“Oh… oh my God…” Tiffany whimpered, at just the feel of him pressed to her.  She bit her lip, and shivered in anticipation.

Star God pressed forward, until her pussy had just started to part before him.  Then he looked up.  “You scared, missy?” he asked.  “Does it hurt?”

Tiffany had had enough.  “Of course it fucking hurts!” she affirmed, as his massive tip spread her wider than even her biggest dildo was capable of.  “Now stop milking your damn ego and just shut the fuck up and fuck me, you asshole!” she said.

Miles was momentarily taken aback, a look of surprise appearing behind his golden mask.  But in the end, all he really heard was the last bit, and his leering smile rapidly returned.  “If you say so!” he said.  And, without further ado, he thrust home inside her.

“Oh my GAAAAWD!” Tiffany squealed.  Her eyes seemed about to pop out of her sockets, and her head thrashed wildly, as his monstrous penis drove in deeper and deeper inside her.  Yet with every inch, she could tell beyond doubt by the way it throbbed and wiggled, that it as the real deal – super-human, potent, and unprotected.  That thought, alongside everything else, drove her absolutely wild.  “Oh God!  Yes!  Oh, GOD, yes!  YESSSSS!” she squealed, as he began to furiously nail her.

“Aww, yeahhhh…” Star God groaned himself.  Tiffany was hardly the tightest he’d had – not by a long shot.  But pussy was pussy, and as her moist heaven enveloped him he found himself washing away upon a sea of ecstasy all the same.  Settling down upon her hot naked body, he began thrusting into her wildly.  “Oh, yes!” he said.  “Oh fuck yes!”

‘No…’ he thought to himself idly as he pounded away inside her, while her high heels shook to either side of his face.  ‘THIS is what being a superhero is all about….’   Then, losing himself entirely in his pleasure, he began to imagine a series of colorful masks adorning Tiffany’s pretty face, and a series of super-heroine gloves adorning the hands clawing at his back, as he thrust and thrust away inside her hot wet clinging pussy.

“Oh God!  Oh, GOD!” Tiffany groaned.  Her eyes repeatedly crossed and blinked drunkenly, as she took a super-hero’s fucking.  It was all the rescued damsel could do to keep from squealing out so loud a crowd was sure to come running – so that she could continue to enjoy the kind of pounding only super-heroines were normally privileged to experience.  Her long legs coiled around him, and crossed behind his butt, pulling in hard to help him fuck her.  Not that she could do a thing to help his superhuman muscles in their slamming, but her mortal body still did its all to increase the brutality he was unleashing inside her pussy.  “Oh, God!” she squealed, as he nailed away.  “Oh God!  S-so long!  Oh, God!  You’re the best!  You’re the BEST!”

It was nothing Star God hadn’t heard a thousand times before – but it still flattered him all the same.  “Don’t mention it babe,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to her shivering forehead just above her imagined mask.  Then, lifting up above her like a beast shredding its prey, he let out a roar of triumph as he slammed away far deeper inside her cunt than any man had before – and likely ever would again.

On and on the pair copulated, shivering and moaning, lost in each other’s bodies.  As they did so, their fucking went on so long that the beaten thugs stirred, and slowly began to recover.  Groaning, for a moment they did not realize what the warbling moans and grunts washing down across them really was.   Then, lifting their bloodied heads up off the pavement, they turned… and their battered jaws dropped.

“What… what the fuck?” Maggot groaned.

“Oh… oh shit…” Roach whimpered.

For right before their eyes, as if presented intentionally to taunt them, they were treated to the sight of Star God having his eager way with the beautiful prize they had thought to make theirs.  Having beaten them within an inch of their lives he now added insult to injury, as he made them watch his far larger and superior penis wreck the tender twat they had picked out for themselves.  As they watched with ruined and horrified expressions his gargantuan schlong sawed savagely in and out of Tiffany’s wide-spread and brightly glistening twat, ravaging her buxom hips deep.  His huge balls swung back and forth tauntingly before them, repeatedly squashing down to bounce upon her bubble-shaped ass before lifting high again.  

As they watched Tiffany, shivering in ecstasy at how thoroughly she was being impaled, lifted her gorgeous head and pressed a series of kisses onto their vanquisher’s face.  “Oh!” she gasped – her muscular thighs, spread wide, shivering in ecstasy as he dominated her from head to toe.  “Y-you’re a real man!” she said.  She kissed him again.  “You… you rule me!” she gasped – her high-heeled feet crossing behind him and shivering with pleasure as he railed her in deep.  “Thank you!” she gasped.  “Thank you!  THANK YOU!”

All three thugs gaped in disbelief at what they were beholding.  Then, Slug’s face twisted into a snarl of rage.

“I… I won’t let you do this…” he snarled.  “I won’t let you take our pussy, you… pretty boy punk!”

Reaching out he seized up his knife and brandished it.

Without looking up or turning away, Star God suddenly lifted one fist off the ground, out from beneath Tiffany’s thigh, and snapped it out.  It struck Slug right across the face faster than he could react.  His cheek deformed around the blow, and his eyes bugged out.  He flew backwards and landed in a wrecked heap.

The other two stared.  Then, swallowing, they bowed their heads.  Star God’s huge penis continuing to pound like a jackhammer in and out of squealing Tiffany’s cunt behind them, they began to slowly and silently crawl away.  Neither Star God nor Tiffany noticed or cared – they once more instantly became focused upon themselves, and one another.

On and on Star God fucked Tiffany until, at last, the wrong super-heroine sex fantasy flickered through his head.  He groaned, and clutched tight to her as he felt a sudden surge inside him.  “I’m… coming…” he blurted out.  “I’m gonna cum!”

Tiffany gasped.  But in an instant she knew what she wanted.  “Give it to me!” she said.  Unhooking her heels from behind his back, she spread them wide – opening herself up utterly to him.  Her hands clutched tight to his body, pressing him into her as hard as she could.  “Come inside!” she begged.  “Come inside me!”

Star God chuckled.  His dick, already over the edge, twitched with wild ecstasy to hear yet another rescued damsel beg to be rewarded with its seed.  But he knew better than that.

"Sorry, miss," Star God groaned - his sweaty square-jawed face shuddering with ecstasy.  "No can do!"

At the last second, he pulled out.

"Oh!" Tiffany yelped, her face shuddering in dismay, as his enormous cock-head forced its way back out through the tender lips of her pussy.

With a groan, Star God slammed his hard dick down onto her flat smooth belly.  It twitched wildly, pressed into her belly button.

Lifting her sweaty sex-wrecked head, Tiffany stared in disbelief down, between her breasts, at his penis.  "N-no..." she whimpered, as she realized, amidst the heat of her ecstasy, that she would not get to feel him cum inside her.

Moments later his big penis, cradled atop her belly button, gave one last twitch, and then spewed all over her.

"Aggggh!" Star God roared out with release, face lifted to the sky - a few moments too late to warn her.

"Aiiie!" Tiffany squealed, as her wide-eyed face suddenly got blasted by a fire-hose like surge of cum.  She blinked in bewildered confusion as splatters of his sticky seed shot all over her, blinding her, streamers of his seed slapping against her nose and cheeks and her gaping open lips.  Some shot down her squealing throat, letting her taste it as well.

"Ahhh..." Star God sighed, as the last of his load shot out all over the pretty slut.  For a few seconds, he reveled in the glow of yet another pussy saved from the worst peril of all - the peril of not having been fucked by his cock.  Then, he looked down and smiled.

"Sorry, babe," he said, as he saw her pretty blue eyes blinking up at him in shock from beneath dripping waves of his cum.  "I didn't hear," he lied.

Tiffany shook her head a bit - dislodging the largest glops of his seed, and then sighed.  "Think... think nothing of it," she said.  Reaching down, she grabbed his limp cock.  Lifting it up, and craning her head down, she managed to press a kiss to its tip.  Then, with a tired groan, she collapsed back to lie sprawled and exhausted, legs spread wide, beneath him.

Star God chuckled.  "Glad you enjoyed it, babe," he purred.  Then, his mighty super-muscles as fresh as hers were exhausted, he stood back up.  Stepping back, he watched as Tiffany picked herself back up out of the garbage, and shakily rose back up herself before him.

"So, uh... thanks for that, babe," he said.  He looked over his shoulder, then back at her, while she was still busy scraping cum off her chin.  "But, I'm afraid I can't stay to chat.  I've got, you know, a lot of things to do.  Important things.  Being, you know, a superhero and all."

Tiffany shot him a momentary, dirty look.  Then, moments later, her lovely, glistening features softened.  "That's okay," she said.  She shrugged.  "I understand," she said - acknowledging she knew her place in his universe.

"Good, good," the mighty super-hero said.  Reaching down, he started to hoist his briefs back up, tucking his long unit back away in its hiding place.  Tiffany watched him do it and, despite all it had done to her, could not keep a wistful sigh from escaping her lips as his huge cock-head slithered back away into its golden, luridly-bulging lair.

"Oh," Star God said, thinking of another thing as he re-buckled his belt, hands operating his shining magic buckle with care.  "And one other thing.  Uh... if you don't mind... could you not... say anything about this?"

Tiffany raised an eyebrow.  Then she smirked.  "Well, I did already make a post on Facebook telling all my girl-friends..." she cooed.  Then she giggled, at the look that instantly appeared upon the mighty hero's face.  "I'm kidding!" she said.

"Oh..." Star God said, looking abashed and relieved.

Reaching up, Tiffany started to run her hands through her hair - pulling her fuck-tousled locks back into a semblance of her usual impeccable style.  As she did so, more cum came off onto her fingers, from the streaks he had shot into her blonde tresses.  "Don't worry," she cooed at him, as she cleaned herself.  "I won't say anything to get in the way of your quest for super-heroine ass...istance."  She smirked, and then seeing he was still not convinced, gave him a reassuring smile.  "Trust me," she cooed.

"Thanks," Star God said.  Arriving in a new city only to immediately fuck a civilian wasn't the sort of thing likely to endear oneself to the local super-pussy - something that, of course, he had only belatedly realized after he'd gotten his rocks off.

"Don't mention it," Tiffany said.  She pointed to the access card that still lay tucked into a tiny pouch on the inside of his belt, just peeking out over the top.  "Use that," she said.  "I think it will get you... exactly what a man like you deserves."

Looking down, Star God spied the card, reminded of its existence.  Then he looked back up and gave her a big grin.  "You are the best!" he said.  "Now, uh... I gotta run!"

"Of course you do," she said.  And, waving, the naked damsel watched her white knight turn and charge away at superspeed - no doubt off to 'save' some other Y-chromosome-free victim from her 'peril.'   In just the blink of an eye her blue-and-gold-clad champion was gone.

Left naked in his wake, save for her short blazer and high heels, Tiffany sighed, and took a second to gather herself.  Then she turned her eyes downwards.

“Oh… for the love of…” she said.  She rolled her eyes, and heaved a giant sigh.

Below, at her feet, where her bra and panties had been laid, there were only a few streaked smears of blood.  Another couple lay near where her purse had been.  Realizing they had no chance of getting inside her pussy, the three criminals had swiped what loot they could out from under her wide-spread rescuer-worshipping snatch, and absconded with it.  The bloody streaks marked a clear trail deeper into the alley, vanishing into the darkness between buildings.

Heaving a huge sigh, Tiffany rolled her eyes and followed.  Naked, sweaty curves shining softly in the light, she sauntered into deeper and deeper shadow.  At last, in deep darkness between three towering old buildings, she stopped.

There, on the pavement before her, lay her bra.  A few feet further lay her purse, and then her panties.  Next to each of her own purloined objects there lay three heaps of bloody clothing, each of which had once been occupied by one of the three thugs.

From one of the piles of bloody clothing, a maggot was inching its way forward, still fleeing deeper into the alley.  From another, a slug had slithered on about six inches.  By the third a roach was wiggling and squirming, trapped under her purse.

“Assholes,” Tiffany said.  Reaching out with her foot, she deliberately squished each of the three in turn, taking great satisfaction in the tiny ‘squish’ each made under the toe of her black high-heeled shoe.

“You did good work, minion,” a soft voice hissed.

From deeper inside the alley, several shadowy figures slowly emerged amidst the gloom.  One slowly dropped a clawed, feminine hand down behind her side until it vanished inside the sleeve of a dark robe – a few traces of purple energy still glowing around the tips of her fingers.

Standing at attention before them, Tiffany straightened up fully and then bowed her head respectfully.  “Thank you,” she said.  “I did my best.”

Another of the figures shook its cowled head.  “You did well,” it concurred.  “But… it was not necessary, nor part of your instructions, to have sex with him.”

Lifting its arm, another of the figures pointed forward – a dark sleeve falling back to reveal a different slender feminine hand – and pointed to the space between Tiffany’s sleek breasts.  There, a tendril of semen she had missed had dripped off her chin, and was sliding down between her ample cleavage.

Tiffany shivered - not entirely from the aftershocks of the deep seeing-to still echoing through her rounded flesh.  Then, she bowed her head.  “I apologize, mistress,” she said.  “P-punish me as you see fit for my... weakness."

A third figure shook its head, black hood swirling about it.  “Don’t worry about it!” a deeply amused voice said.  “We understand you weaker sorts have your needs.  Besides... all you did was confirm he is exactly the sort we are after!”

And with that, all of the shadowy figures threw their heads back, and laughed.

To be continued...

SUMMARY:  Star God, a mighty and well-hung superhero, rescues a young lady from thugs in a dark alley while all of Delta City's heroines are busy elsewhere.  She thanks him profusely, with several parts of her body.  Afterwards, divining that the hero is here to try and mack on Delta City's famously well-stocked stable of super-tail, she gives him a tip on where best to go to do so.  Once he leaves, some mysterious robed figures appear, and it becomes clear all was not as it seemed.